Sun, 01/26/2014 - 20:26 -- Inarke

Sometimes I still dream

Of the days

When my hair was the color of Straw


When my cheeks were 


Because the blood still ran


I dream of days when I was a Child

But I'm a Child no more


And now I wonder when my skin will stop aging


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